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I release her wrists, but she wraps her arms around my back, holding me tight. I shift to move off her, and she tightens her grip.
“Not yet,” she whispers. “Stay inside me.”
So, I cradle her face, kissing her lips, her cheeks, the corners of her eyes while her pussy squeezes my cock like she wants to keep me inside her forever.
And I’m down with that, because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
CHAPTER 22
BRODY
The moment my eyes open, I know something’s wrong.
Piper’s chewing on her bottom lip, her brow furrowed as she stares at her phone screen.
She’s sitting up in bed beside me, her hair unkempt in a way that reminds my cock what we’ve been doing all night, but the sexy smile she’s been wearing is gone.
I can’t help feeling I’m to blame for whatever’s on that screen. It’s an immediate guilt that eats away at my stomach like acid.
“Hey,” I murmur.
She jumps a little. “Oh, I thought you were asleep.” She’s smiling again, but there’s pain underneath.
I raise my chin toward the phone. “What have I done this time?”
Piper’s cheeks are pink. “It’s not you. It’s nothing.”
Even though I’m still bone-dead tired from rescuing Billy yesterday, then fucking Piper six ways to Sunday last night, I sling an arm over her legs, drawing tiny circles on her hip bone through her pajamas.
“Can I see?” I ask.
“I know it’s not true,” she says firmly, but there’s still an edge of insecurity in her voice.
“You’re probably right,” I reply, even as my pulse kicks up a notch at the thought of what new bullshit the gossip mags have dredged up this time.
I turn my hand over, palm facing up in invitation, and she places the phone on it.
“Brody King’s Fake Fairy Tale: Ex-Girlfriend Says He Badmouthed Hideaway, Saw Piper as Sister.”
Fuck.
I exhale with a heavy sigh, roll onto my back, open the search bar, type in my name, and click on “News.” There are headlines and videos about my rescue of Billy yesterday, which are more than favorable. However, there are also plenty of others that make my blood run cold.
“King of Pretenders: Ex-Girlfriend Calls Brody King’s Relationship with Piper a Hollywood Fake.”
“Small Town, Big Lie: Brody King’s Ex Exposes the Fake Romance with Piper.”
“King of the Publicity Stunt? Ex Claims Cheater Brody Is Incapable of Love.”
Marisa. Shehasbeen busy.
“What should we do?”
I switch the screen off and pass it back, then sit up in bed and take her hands. “Nothing.”
“But do we have to put out a statement? A press release?”
Stroking her hands with mine, I try to soothe away her stress.
